about loving you…
there’s something about this guy, that’s what i always thought long ago..
and after all of this between us, this morning im thinking, there’s actually something indeed..
there’s something about loving him..
it’s not like any other feels or kind of relationship i ever had before..
it’s not about doing something just for adrenaline..
it’s not one in order of my fight against papa, for doing something forbidden..
it’s not about adore only its beauty or charm, or great picture of a creature
it’s not about about admire only a great thoughts or loving the perfect idea or image of being
it’s also no more an extra effort of trying to be the perfect idea of me..
no more scares of being weak, of being unperfect, of being ordinary, or even being an imbicile..
for this guy, i wanna thank him, for being in love and loving an imbicile like me…
